twikipedia, funeral - titles lyrics
[twikipedia, funeral - titles lyrics]
Fed up, lil' bitch, I'm fed up
They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets
They got fatter (Delta)
If I ever lived like that, I'd
Wish that I was dead, yuh
If I ever lived like you
I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, if it works then we could
Put it on a shirt (Put it on)
I'm not stopping 'til my enemies is dirt
But I think we could make it work
He got way too much to learn
That's the point of no return
I'ma watch it burn
O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that mеans you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through thе day right now
Check it out, they don't like that
That's so foul
Set my foot up in the ceiling
Now I'm walking upside down
B-B-B-Bitch, I got no patience, if I want it
Want it now
Got my flow, and they won't give it back
They stole from lost and found
I think that he
(Fell off) , I think that he fell off
I'm not even gonna lie
Think without you we'd do better
I been running to the money
Like a fucking Rockefeller
And I know it hurts to hear
This, if you do it, we do better
I see shit, running to the buildings
I hear it, you just wanna be like me
III noticed, you be on that ho shit
They refused to tell what type of
Guns that boy was toting
I know my haters hear my voice
I know they love my songs the most
Whenever I'm in a song
They say they like my verse the most
Too much social media, feel
Like Danny Phantom, going ghost
How the fuck you hate me
If I see you hang around my clones?
Fed up, lil' bitch, I'm fed up
They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets
They got fatter
If I ever lived like that, I'd
Wish that I was dead, yuh
If I ever lived like you
I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh
(Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh)
Silence, all I want is silence, baby (Ugh)
Eyelids, bullet through his eyelids, baby
Oh, why he said he made me? Not even a maybe
I think it's okay to say that
You can never play me
Conheci um fã que tipo "Fala, fala, fala"
Um dia ele me odeia outro dia ele me ama
Quarta-feira foi no Twitter procurando
Lá um drama
E no dia seguinte procurou meu verso e dança
E eu até entendo achar que eu sou um babaca
E todo artista bom sempre faz
Mais de uma cagada
Tipo, twikipedia isso é sindrome de vira lata
Eu odeio ele tanto, mas não escapo sua cara
O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through the day right now
Aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through the day right now
They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets
They got fatter (Delta)
If I ever lived like that, I'd
Wish that I was dead, yuh
If I ever lived like you
I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh
(Yuh, yuh, yuh)
Yeah, if it works then we could
Put it on a shirt (Put it on)
I'm not stopping 'til my enemies is dirt
But I think we could make it work
He got way too much to learn
That's the point of no return
I'ma watch it burn
O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that mеans you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through thе day right now
Check it out, they don't like that
That's so foul
Set my foot up in the ceiling
Now I'm walking upside down
B-B-B-Bitch, I got no patience, if I want it
Want it now
Got my flow, and they won't give it back
They stole from lost and found
I think that he
(Fell off) , I think that he fell off
I'm not even gonna lie
Think without you we'd do better
I been running to the money
Like a fucking Rockefeller
And I know it hurts to hear
This, if you do it, we do better
I see shit, running to the buildings
I hear it, you just wanna be like me
III noticed, you be on that ho shit
They refused to tell what type of
Guns that boy was toting
I know my haters hear my voice
I know they love my songs the most
Whenever I'm in a song
They say they like my verse the most
Too much social media, feel
Like Danny Phantom, going ghost
How the fuck you hate me
If I see you hang around my clones?
Fed up, lil' bitch, I'm fed up
They pockets got smaller, yeah, my pockets
They got fatter
If I ever lived like that, I'd
Wish that I was dead, yuh
If I ever lived like you
I'd cut my fucking neck, yuh
(Yuh, yuh, yuh-yuh)
Silence, all I want is silence, baby (Ugh)
Eyelids, bullet through his eyelids, baby
Oh, why he said he made me? Not even a maybe
I think it's okay to say that
You can never play me
Conheci um fã que tipo "Fala, fala, fala"
Um dia ele me odeia outro dia ele me ama
Quarta-feira foi no Twitter procurando
Lá um drama
E no dia seguinte procurou meu verso e dança
E eu até entendo achar que eu sou um babaca
E todo artista bom sempre faz
Mais de uma cagada
Tipo, twikipedia isso é sindrome de vira lata
Eu odeio ele tanto, mas não escapo sua cara
O-Okay, aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through the day right now
Aro, I know I'ma get it anyway
'cause I got titles
And that's something they can't take away
I learned the hard way
If you do it once, that means you're paid
And I know it 'Cause I'm just tryna get it
Through the day right now